There is yours
and there is mine
there is no us
like in storybooks
I am young
and you are restless
I am reckless
and you are wise
To the outside
we might be combined
but there is yours
and there is mine
Our stalemate love
is a sour tragedy
bitter on our lips
and tongues
Because there is yours
and there is mine
and what we have
we can't combine
You are the restless soul
that has been aged
and I am the youth
that is your pastime
Stalemate love
for stalemate lives -
How can something so fair
be so -
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
There is yours
and there is mine
there is no us
like in storybooks
I am young
and you are restless
I am reckless
and you are wise
To the outside
we might be combined
but there is yours
and there is mine
Our stalemate love
is a sour tragedy
bitter on our lips
and tongues
Because there is yours
and there is mine
and what we have
we can't combine
You are the restless soul
that has been aged
and I am the youth
that is your pastime
Stalemate love
for stalemate lives -
How can something so fair
be so -
